Page 191 of Tangled up in You

“Yeah.” His eyes remain locked with mine.

“It’s time.”

“You’ve got this. I trust you, and we’ve got you. If anything happens, just keep going. Your brother has fucked up enough that I’ve gotten really good at smoothing over the chaos.” His smile calms the last of the terror but does nothing for the raging fantasy spinning in my mind.

I nod. Cas opens the door, and I step out ahead of him into the vibrating sound of clapping and cheering awaiting us. I have this. Cas doesn’t hand out compliments like candy. I’ve always known that this is what I want to do. From the first time I touched a drumstick, I’ve known, but finally hearing someone else say it…and that person is Cas…it’s everything.

I take my first step into the bar and onto the stage, twirling my sticks in my hand to a chorus of cheers from the crowd, all wanting to hear the newest single that Indigo Eclipse has just released. I suck in a deep breath. This is it.

CHAPTER 5

Caspian

I fucking kissed Ry.Shit. Stupid Quinn is pushing all my buttons and messing with my head. Every second we spend together is more dangerous. I run my tongue over my lips as we step up onto the stage and try to push everything out of my mind. This is an incredible turnout. There are more people in here than two of our biggest gigs before landing this tour.

Glancing around the room at the crowd screaming and chanting for our new single, I have to take a moment to soak in that this is real. It’s a massive step toward everything I’ve dreamed about. Smiling and glancing at the rest of the band, I can honestly say I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. Giving Ry a wink, she blushes but gets the cue. Lifting her sticks into the air, she bangs them together and gets us started into the first song with a killer solo. The pumped-up crowd is feral and jumping around. She is such a beast.

“I want to fuck you like an animal,” I growl into the mic and smirk at the girls closest to the stage. Like a switch flipping, the stress in my life floats away. Nothing matters when I’m on stage. Only…every time I glance over my shoulder, all I can see is Ry’scolorful hair in her ponytail, whipping about. The taste of her sweet lip gloss is still on my tongue. I’m in deep fucking trouble.

“I want to feel you from the inside,” I sing and play into the words by flexing my hips and smiling down at the girls reaching for me. We’ve never needed bouncers before, but I’m happy this place has a few of them scattered at the front of the stage.

Heart pounding to Quinn’s guitar solo, I walk around and shake hands before the song ends with a high-hat crescendo from Ry.

“Hello, everybody!” I point around the bar, and the crowd roars. “You having a good time?” More cheering makes the small stage shake. “Let’s see if we can help you get your freak on withIn the Darkened Room.”

We perform our set, which is a total of ten songs plus a bonus track we are debuting on the tour. By the time we leave the stage, I’m flying high. We stop to sign shirts and the tour posters I designed.

“Oh my God, Caspian, can you sign my chest? I’m going to get it tattooed,” the last girl in the line says, and before I can answer, she yanks down the front of her top, and her tit spills over. She apparently doesn’t care that her nipple is on display for the world as she holds out the black marker.

I can see Ry out of the corner of my eye, and there is no need to look directly at her. I can feel the hellfire scowl and murder in her eyes. Being happy that she’s jealous is completely wrong, and yet my body temperature rises. Getting her out of my head is like trying to cut off a limb.

“If you want to see both of them and other things, I’m more than happy to show you,” the girl says, her fingers touching my hand as I take the marker. She is what most men would consider a walking orgasm. Sexy as fuck with nice tits, and I’m getting an up-close view. Great hips for fucking, and someone who is happy to bounce on your stick and fuck off. Not only is this a completelynew situation for me, and girls like her are like fabled woodland creatures to my mind, but I also have no interest. I’m just not sure how to handle this.

Not wanting to touch her tit and have it end up all over the internet, I move to the side and sign just above the glob of flesh. As soon as I stroke the last line of my signature, she jumps on me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Such a gentleman,” she purrs.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Um…can you let go, please,” I say, holding my arms out to the side and all too aware of the cameras.

“My name is Lisa. Can I have a picture? Please, just one,” she coos and tries to kiss my cheek. I’m usually prepared for anything, but this is proving to be far more difficult.Oh fuck.

“He said let go,” Ry says, coming out of nowhere. Lisa is a solid head taller than Ry, but that doesn’t stop her from grabbing Lisa by a fistful of hair and yanking her back.

“Ouch. You bitch,” Lisa yells, letting go of my neck. The absolute fury in Ry’s eyes is such a fucking turn-on, but this is going to go all sorts of bad.

“Who are you calling bitch? You slut!” Ry’s fist connects with Lisa’s nose, and in a blink, all hell breaks loose. More girls jump into the fray to try and help their friend while bouncers come running.

“Back the fuck off,” I yell, holding my arm out to keep the newcomers from jumping on Ry. Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her off of Lisa. She’s like a wildcat in my arms, her ass deliciously rubbing against my cock. Part of my mind is screaming that this is the sexiest fucking shit ever, but we also don’t need to deal with the police at our first stop on a six-month tour.

“Go rub your whore ass on someone else’s man,” Ry screams and lunges in my arms. She’s a hell of a lot stronger than I give her credit for.

“Guys, a little help here would be fucking nice,” I say to the three, just standing and staring. They’re probably taking bets, the assholes.

“Oh, hell no. This is fucking fantastic,” Quinn yells back.

“Fuck this.” With a quick toss, I throw Ry over my shoulder. She’s still screaming every swear word in the book at the group of girls as I walk to the dressing room and slam the door behind us.

“That fucking bitch. Oh, Cas sign my tit and then get down and lick it, will you? Thanks, hehe,” she mockingly says as I sit her on her feet. “Let me get a photo. Mind if I pull out my other one for the cameras? I’m going to rip her hair out.” Ry steps toward the door, and I grab her again.

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